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Things Toddlers Say 

Happy Tuesday!! I’ve been bouncing back and forth from the mountains to furniture market, so here are the snippets of humor I caught in between!! Enjoy!


J sharing knowledge: Have you ever seen a hamomy fish? It’s the most juiciest, colorfulest, and wettest fish of all time! And it can also change it size! And make apple trees!
Me: *not sure how to respond*

J when he’s mad at me: Well, maybe I don’t even want to snuggle you.

EK to me: You’re funny sometimes. Not a lot, but sometimes.

EK, upon seeing a cement truck printed with Stars and Stripes: its American day?! I didn’t know!

EK: It’s not good if you get colonies in your teeth.
Me: I think you mean cavities.

J’s newest thing is telling stories of when he was a baby. Such as: Did you know that when I was a baby, a tiny bear and a crawled up the back of my head?!?!

Me: Did you have fun with Necie and G-Daddy while I was gone?
EK: Yeah I did, but not too much, because I missed you.
Me: *heart eyes*

EK copying words from a book: I’m practicing my writing.
Me: That’s great! I can tell. Your letters are getting more clear!
EK: Yeah, and I’m building up my stamila.
Me: Your stamina?! Who taught you that word?!
EK: My teacher. (As in “Duh.”)

J, when asked to place napkins on the table:  I do that job at school for lots of different persons!

EK: Sometimes when you wake up, do your lips feel crunchy?

Hubby: Tell mom about your field trip!
EK: So, like… (I can’t hear anything else because I’m wondering how she learned “so like”.)

Well, that’s it for this week! What sillies have you heard from your kids recently?!

Things Toddlers Say

Happy Tuesday! Here are the funnies for your perusal and enjoyment!

D’s new thing is holding something on his head and declaring it a hat.
D: I got a grape hat!
J: Praise the Lord! I have a hand hat!

EK: Well the dinosaurs are instinct. (Pronounced with the emphasis on “stinct” like you would when saying “extinct”.)
J: What?!
EK: Yeah, they’re dead. Which is called instinct.
Me: I think you mean EXtinct.

D, covered in noodles: I got da noodle blacelet!

J about his lunch: Not too bad, and not too good.

D was sick for a couple days last week. He also did this, and ruined this batch of muffins…

EK: It’s Friyay!
Me: Did you just say Friyay?
EK: Yeah! And when you say Friyay you gotta raise the roof!

D, holding up a few fingers: How many dis rainbow?

Nate: Have you lost any teeth?
EK: Yeah, two.
Nate: How was it?
EK: Pretty fun. (She basically said “whatever”)

When asked what he wanted to be for Halloween…
J: A pumpkin! A stack of pumpkins!

What are your kids asking to be for Halloween?

Things Toddlers Say 

Hi everyone, and happy Tuesday evening! It’s been a busy day at my house and so I’m a little late posting. Hope you’ve had a great start to your week! Here are our funnies!

J, walking into the room when he’s supposed to be napping: I need to tell you something.
Me: Is it the reason you aren’t napping?
J: No, it’s something else than that. *cue lame story*

J, giving me a compliment: Hey guess what. I love you even when you’re dead. *giggle*

J shoes me a map from his bible.
Me: What’s that a map of?
J: Jesus’s world. It’s been raining there for 3 or 4 or 5 days.

EK asking for Nilla Wafers: Can I have those anilla wipers?

EK after playing with D for half an hour: he’s figuring it out! I’m starting to like babies!

D, sitting in a big boy (regular) dining room chair: Don’t fall!

D, eating my butternut squash soup: Iss dewicious!
My new favorite child.

J: Hey guess what! D thinks the floor is sand! And he even thinks that salsa is a pillow!

D, bringing me pretend cake, singing: Happy to you, iss cake!

J: Hey, let’s pretend tooting is pooping and pooping is tooting!
Me: *eyeroll*

J, rushing up to me: Mom! I have a silly emergency!

Here’s to shedding some tears.

This post also appeared on Everyday Exiles.

I’m a mom of three. I’m a wife. I’m a friend, sister, daughter, writer, singer, colleague, and foodie. Which of those things says I should cry a lot?

Apparently all of them.

Recently, I’ve found that I cry at almost everything. Things my friends say. Books I read. Podcasts I’m listening to (I’m looking at you, Annie F. Downs!). Songs I sing, or hear on the radio. Literally every time I crack open my Bible. It’s a lot. Am I too emotional about some stuff? Maybe. Am I going through something difficult? I don’t know. Probably. Aren’t we all?

Recently, my boys (ages 3.5 and 2) got their first “official” haircuts. They went to see my dad’s barber, in my hometown, as my parents’ house was literally going under contract that afternoon. It was a lot – an emotional day. There were some tears involved, and rightly so. My 11-year-old self was looking around, appreciating the house I’d grown up in for the first time. My 15-year-old self was remembering sleepovers and cramming for exams and late night ice cream sundaes. My 20-year-old self was wondering why I came home from college for the summer, because it was a little boring comparatively, but actually loving the slowness. My 31-year-old self (at present) was wishing my kids would grow up vacationing to that pool and huge front yard forever, and wishing that we had been able to come “home” a little more often.

You see? Tears flowing, even now, weeks later.

Call it hormones. Call it motherhood. Call it “too soft”. But I’m a crier now, more than I ever was. But I know that it just means that Jesus is softening my heart to some things that I haven’t been softened to before… Relationships with incredible women in my life. Shoes that are quite big that it’s my job to fill. My headstrong daughter with ideas all her own, my sensitive middle child with a need for a schedule and some sugar, and my baby, who I equally want to rush into independence and coddle forever. I am torn, in limbo between the already and the not yet, unsure of how to proceed. And then I sit and cry.

I’m not ashamed. I’m really not. I joke about it a lot – and you can call that my coping mechanism. But I really don’t feel bad about the tears I shed. Because it means that I care, I feel deeply, and I love big. I’m okay with those things, because it means I got those traits from Jesus. He cared. He felt deeply. He loved big. And if, in me, it manifests as tears, I’ll take it.

Things Toddlers Say 

Happy Tuesday! And for many of you, like me, I think a “Happy first day of preschool!” is in order! I hope your Labor Day was relaxing, and that this morning didn’t come too early. Here are a few goodies from the past week. Enjoy!

EK, handing me a note: In case you know, this is for you.
Me: I think you mean, “Just so you know…”

D, all day: I did it!
J, all day: Hey! Look at my butt!
Pretty similar, right?

J got stung by his first bee the other day. His response as he slowed his crying: Its because I was doing the wrong things!
After I assured him it wasn’t his fault, and said: And now my belly hurts! If everything hurts I’ll just be a… hurt man!

EK: You and Daddy are just like Cinderelly. You’ve gotta clean, cook, wash dishes, and dress people all day long!
Me: Are you saying I remind you of a princess?

A sign of too much Octonauts…
EK and J, running through the house: Emergency rescue! Emergency rescue! (Followed by every kind of fish in the sea)


Chopsticks lessons.

EK to J: We’re the weirdest team I’ve ever seen.

EK, pondering nature: Why are ants so FAST?!

D’s two favorite foods: Zucchini (actual zucchini and sometimes mushrooms that are cooked a certain way) and tofu (typically in either curry sauce or in a noodle dish). He calls them “chini” and “toes-fu”. Naturally, yesterday he saw a pan of roasted Brussels sprouts, and said, “Fus-chini! Fus-chini!”

On Labor Day…
EK: Tomorrow, I’m going to my second grade of kindergarten.
Hubby: Second week, babe.
Again this morning…
EK: Am I in second grade now?
Me: No, kindergarten lasts all year.

EK, eating Chickin Minis from Chick-fil-A: Mmm… they have the best food ever.
Me: *silently agreeing*

Well, there you have it! What funny things are your kids saying these days?

‘Twas the First Day of Kindergarten

‘Twas the First Day of Kindergarten: An Ode to Parents’ Feelings

‘Twas the first day of kindergarten,
And all through the town
The fathers and mothers were
Not at all sitting down.
They were packing the lunches
And setting out clothes,
Filling the water bottles
And wiping their nose.
For, you see, they were trying
To keep themselves busy
So it’d be easier to hide
All the crying and wishing
For just one more day
With their sweet little dears.
So they washed some more dishes
To hide the falling tears.

But then they remembered
The tantrums and tears
Over small things and large things
Like scratches or fears.
They’d make mountains of molehills
And things inconsequential.
They kept saying, “MOM!”
Till there was potential
For a nervous breakdown!
Or at least an explosion
Of some stressful shouting
That would cause a commotion.
They remembered those times
That they’d almost forgotten,
Of cleaning up messes
And wiping all the bottoms.

But between feelings of love,
And feelings of relief,
The parents would still know
That the school day is brief.
Their children would return,
Tired but happy.
They’d want to chat, have a snuggle,
And maybe take a nappy.
Then it’s dinner, and a bath,
And send them off to their beds,
The moms and dads needing
To rest their own heads.

It takes energy to love
All those little ones well,
And to worry and fret
Over healthy food or weird smells.
We’re entrusted these kids
For the shortest of seasons.
How can we not also
Give hundreds of reasons
To be protective and kind,
Giving all the hugs and kisses?
One day they’ll be grown,
And we’ll be the ones who miss them.

Looking for My Patience

This post originally appeared on Everyday Exiles.

I’m a parent; of course I lose my patience sometimes. It’s just what we do when things go awry, or when the day’s been too long, or when we’re pushed and stretched to the point of breaking. I’m not saying it’s the right thing to do, or that it is built into our systems as humans, but I don’t know a parent who has never lost their patience.

But I find that I have stretches of time where I lose my patience more than I keep it. I could blame it on hormones. I could blame it on low sleep. I could find a hundred other excuses for not keeping my cool, but what it all comes down to for me is relying on the Lord for my strength and patience, instead of relying only on myself. What do I mean?

I mean that  I can’t do it on my own. My striving, my best efforts, my standards for myself… none of those things can hold up without some divine intervention. I know that I need to ask my heavenly Father for patience before I need it, not during or after. I have to make the prayer for patience my mantra, and I have to keep reminding myself that my own patience isn’t sufficient unless it’s supplemented with His patience. I know I can’t be the best mom without His help.

While I don’t always find time for those long, elaborate, journaled prayers each day that I loved to write before my life was full of parenting, I need prayer even more than I did then. I find that I’m more conversational in my prayer times, coming and going through prayer throughout the whole day, praying for and with my kids, praying for help in a moment of weakness, for healing booboos, for bedtime to come quickly, and for more patience.

Who knows best how to parent more than God does? He is the perfect Father, the One whom our parent-child relationships should be modeled after. We can be frustrating children, I am sure. Reading the Bible can show us example after example of children who disobeyed, and made terrible choices. But God is full of patience, full of grace, and full of love for us at our most insolent of times. So when I am an imperfect parent, I try (even if it seems too late) to draw support from the perfect Parent, a Father who loves me – and my children – with all the patience we can imagine.